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"time moves strangely in this land my friend, it is hard to say." The vistani' mood seems to have shifted to one of deep contemplation. They drink more from their glasses and return to being right lipped. "Apologies my friends but the hour grows late and we must be going if we wish to reach our...

I know nothing about any of this. However... Rob has told me that I need to put my name on here under threat of sheep invasion. You know me lugh, I make things weird.

Garret Tallman rides again? I think so yes

Given the hype train on this game. I respectfully withdrawal my not yet submitted application, however Rob I wish you the best of luck. Kill everyone's parents for me and traumatize our friends. Also feel free to ping me if you want a sounding board.

A bag? The bag? Must find bag! "Hey Virra, hypothetically speaking is there a price tag on that bag? We should probably collect it for evidence? Yeah that sounds like a good enough reason." In a terrible hurry Mags pushed her way passed fellow shoppers to where her gnomish friend stood. It was...

Well look who finally took my advice and posted an add. Yes I want to play, and yes I want to be a sorcerer. Obviously because someone will try and throw me in jail for that. Or an Eldritch night because I really avoid martial classes and I think that little bit of magic fits a ff setting quite...

From somehwere under the table a lute was produces to provide rhythmic tones and inflection for the story, "When wine flows free we remember a tale. One of love and one of war, but they are one and the same. Great Strahd the XI was a fearsome general, He defeated the Turgs, foul invaders of our...

The portly barkeep sneers, "Ismark the lesser is the Burgomisters brat. Never done nothin' 'mportant but sit in here and drink wine with 'is daddy's money." He snatches a good coin from your hand before you can blink and holds it up between his indeed finger and thumb, Strahds face visible...

Sharn: City of Blood A noir murder mystery. The hook: The invitation comes by messenger, it seems your old acquaintance Steel-Eye Dixon has bit off a bit more then he can chew and needs some extra hands. He won't say what in the missive, but written on the back of his business cards, is less...

"our friend, you are welcome here. This is our tavern. Yes yes, very strange, Vistani that own tavern, but we still travel when the road beckons." They pour Aelar a generous glass of wine, and slide a shakutery board over. Given the general state of the tavern it's an obvious sign of wealth in...

"Ismark the Lesser. They are vistani, they care only for themselves." His eyes betray an obvious distaste for the vistani, the only crack is his otherwise stoic expression. His eyes look over your outlandish appearance, clearly he had very little experience with your kind. "You are not from here...

I volunteer as tribute

Everyone always has a plan until they get punched in the face. Most days it's better to have the plan and be the one doing the punching. "Hey kid you all right?" Ny looked fine, but you never know. The team had done well enough, I didn't really understand the sand attack in the middle of the...

The vistani gathered around the table only glare in response to Davavors question. They seem to have little interest in conversation with the half-elf, even muttering something in a language the group doesn't understand, however it sounds rude. However Aelar's mention of Vadoma brightens the...

"oh it usually is at night around here, the town has no walls and nothing to keep the monsters at Bay." His comment is somewhat offhand, as if such things are common knowledge. The party comes to the centre of the town, and single shaft of light thrusts illumination into the main square, its...

"Barov Fallona is the name young pup, and I'm not sure what you mean by foreboding. The weather is as it's always been, except when it's raining that is." As if on que the first drops of rain fall from the heavens. The peddler pulls his cloak tighter around him as he attempts to hurry toward the...

"ah stories a plenty of this land have I and wares as well. Come let us make our way to town, we don't want to be caught outside at night." His wizened hand waves for the group to follow as he starts making his way to town. "Tell me travelers, from what lands do you come? The mists have a way...

Holy shit! Can I play a hard-boiled detective? This is like magic noir! Rp focus or combat?

"a shame to stop a song so soon I think," a wizened older voice speaks from directly behind the group. It's speaker is an older man wearing peddler clothes, his face rough and unshaven; eyes hidden beneath the rough-spun hood. He carries a large pack on his back and a walking stick as crooked as...

Mags stopped herself just soon enough to stop spitting on the floor, "greed is a disgusting thing. People will do anything for whealth, including destroying others. If this Goliath is guilty of such things I wonder what sort of covetous wretch he truly is." The metal of her gauntlet strained...